Root Veggie Dutch Baby w/ Balsamic Syrup and Lemon-Dill Cream

Root veggie Dutch Baby with lemon-dill cream sauce and balsamic drizzle

When I was younger breakfast was just an excuse to eat dessert. Muffins are really just big cupcakes, and jam is just fruit icing, and French toast is just bread pudding, I don’t think I need to start on pancakes. In light of that, I’m not sure why eating ice cream for breakfast is such a stereotypical travesty – I mean, if you’re going to start your day off with sugar, you may as well go all the way and just inject some heavy cream into it.

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Kalbi Burgers with Pickled Veggie/Kimchi Slaw and Korean-Style Mayo

Kalbi Burgers with Pickled Veggie Slaw and Korean-Style Mayo


 

It’s been many years since I’ve barbecued anything, so I couldn’t have possibly given fair warning to Sarah and our friends that I’ve somehow inherited my dad’s grilling attitude. He’s one of many fathers who names himself Grill Master, whose authority is unquestionable at the advice of our mother, and who instilled in me the strong association between steak and what I thought the diesel engine of a sports car must taste like after hitting 100,000 miles.

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Tequila Chicken with Roasted Veggie Salad

Tequila Chicken with Roasted Veggie Salad

The weather has been so nice lately that Sarah and I decided to take advantage of it by having an evening walk. We’d eaten three full meals that day and figured there could be no harm in a little exercise, so we opted to take a short stroll down our native city of Rockville with it’s expanses of concrete and its rush hour traffic and the tantalizing aroma of car exhaust…

Maybe not reflective of the blooming springtime we tried to experience, but better than nothing.

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St. Patrick’s Day Post #3: Corned Beef and Cabbage St. Patty’s with Minty Irish Iced Tea

Corned Beef and Cabbage St. Patty's

Irish Mint Iced Tea

 

We were running out of light to take the photos for this blog post, probably because we made the iced tea first. And then we made it again. And then a few more times.

It became quite the frantic race as we struggled to plate this dish in an appealing way. Gravy was flung and splattered like a salty ode to the era of abstract impressionism. Towers of patties were stacked and re-stacked on every flat surface in our apartment until each one smelled like fried potatoes. For her part, Sarah twisted her body in every possible contortion to get the perfect angle. At one point she actually managed to squeeze under the table but over a chair and between the wall and the couch. With the way her limbs were bent, it looked like she was auditioning for a part in The Exorcism of Emily Rose. 

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